I have a love-hate relationship with my smile. Sometimes I think I look like a horse, too gummy and too teethy (if that is a word). I think it has something to do with my upbringing. In our house, my Caribbean parents reprimanded “Don skin up ya teeth!” For some reason in the islands, when you laugh and smile too brightly, you’re up to something, scheming…like a hyena. I’m going to make a crazy generalization here (cause I know it’s mostly true), watch a person who has been heavily influenced by Caribbean beliefs and you will notice that they cover their mouth when they laugh. I, for the longest time have rearranged the way I smile to make sure that I am not showing too much teeth, or too much gum – oh, it was a painful exercise. And if I smiled what I thought was too big in a picture, I automatically hated the picture. Meanwhile, others have told me what a beautiful smile I have. So, I started listening to people who told me that my smile lights up a room and now….
I luuuurrve my smile!
Below is exhibit A of “skinning up ya teeth”. I did this very freely just this past weekend!
It was suggested that if we were having trouble with this exercise we should ask someone else what they liked about us. I asked my husband what physical trait he likes about me. At first he said “Their are many. I need context”. So in an effort to keep it PG for the blog, he settled on my arms. He has always liked my arms. He gifts me necklaces and tops based on what they will do to further enhance my arms. He said that since Shaklee my arms are becoming more defined. He loves to see the curves and the proportion of my fine wrists and long fingers.
My husband loves my strong, skinny arms.
I have to admit, I’ve noticed the definition coming in to and it’s definitely a part of my body I want to keep working on.